Dream 1
All that I can remember of this dream is that I was in bed trying to sleep, and my pillow had a very strong smell / odor that smelled like drool or something like that.
Fortunately when I woke up I did not smell anything like that in the real world.
I do not feel like typing my dreams properly, and so here are the rough text notes that I made of some of my dreams that I made from my mobile phone before going back to sleep each time.
Dream 1
In a building there is some kind of race that I am in, on an indoor race track, and former classmates and others there.
I possibly finished in first place by using the sides of the race track by hand to push off to gain speed and control, which may have been illegal, but I am not sure.
Some of my former classmates like my former female classmate TD and two others sitting at a table, and I almost joined them while waiting for the race to end and to have the winners declared.
Dream 2
I go to a small wooden house that is still being remodeled, the actress Jennifer Garner lives there to my surprise, and she lets me in but a female friend of hers who is possibly communicating remotely with her is telling her to be cautious.
Ms. Garner mentions the remodeling and some things about it and about the house, and more.
A large humanoid Resident Evil-like tar-like Molded-like monster / creature walks to her door, and she lets it in and Judo slams it on its head when it tried to attack her before I could get there.
The creature / monster was unconscious or dead, the throw / slam was hard and impressive and I said so, and I asked Ms. Garner to teach me how to do that throw / slam.
Dream 3
In parents house, through the window by the front door I see police escorting white supremacists / hate group members in white and red Ku Klux Klann (KKK)-looking robes as they march through Eastside on foot and by horseback.
Some of them have had signs, maybe shields, maybe flags, et cetera with various symbols.
This bothered me and I had never seen something like this in real life, I knew that they lurked in the shadows but them being bold like this was worrying and was clearly a threat to most of us living on Eastside, and I assumed that the white supremacist fliers that I have found hidden around the library were a warning sign to their increasing boldness and growth again.
I went to tell my parents so that they could see this, but I woke up feeling bothered by this and wondering how much this threat is increasing in the real world.
It saddens and bothers me to see things going backward like this, and to know that this poison is spreading.
Dream 4
In a hotel with my parents, there is a sticky almost diaper-like smell (odor) that I am investigating, and my dad starts emptying trash cans even one in a closet of the bathroom and I give him bleach water in a spray bottle to spray and wipe things with.
Dream 5
In a restaurant with my parents when I go walking into another part of it, some rich people with light-color skin are in this area and treated me differently like I am less than, and something happened that I can not remember.
On my way back to the table a thin tall young man with medium-color skin is going back to the table next to our table, and it seemed that they had a disturbance while I was gone.
The young man said something, at our table I see a piece of fried chicken in my chair and a piece somewhere else, and they both possibly have honey on them.
My mom said that there was a disturbance when I was gone, something is said that I can not remember, and I leave to a warehouse-like district inside a building.
I walk down a hallway near an exit and I found a small camper trailer in the hallway that had CNN written on it, I knew that Don Lemon should be inside, and I wanted to mention that something that he had reported on had happened to me as well and I wanted to ask him a few things.
I knocked on the door that was probably cracked open several times until Mr. Lemon finally answered the door like he did not really want to be disturb, he did not seem interested in talking, and so I was quick with what I had to say and ask.
Then I walked outside to see that I was probably trapped in a courtyard surrounded by buildings so I would have to walk back the way that I came, while doing this a large group of only men or mostly men were coming down the hallway that I wanted to go to, and I decided to walk by them to blend in hoping to leave without anyone thinking that I was not supposed to be there.
Something happened that I can not remember.
The end,
-John Jr
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I woke up several times remembering dreams but I kept going back to sleep without recording them, and so now I only barely remember part of two of those dreams.
Dream 1
This dream had something to do with Belgium or someone from Belgium and / or someone with ancestors from Belgium at some point.
There was also possibly something in the dream and / or in my thoughts / daydreams about the Pirate language course and Pirate language at Mango Languages that I started yesterday because my local library will be participating in International Talk Like A Pirate Day and we have Mango Languages available through our library, and so I decided to give the Pirate language course a try.
The course is only 5 lessons so I probably will finish it, and if that happens that will be the first language course that I have ever finished. 😀
Dream 2
All that I can remember of this dream is that it involved two men with light-color skin who were often featured in television commercials for a certain dryer sheet brand, and they seemed to be at a film shoot for one of those commercials.
One of the men was very tall and large and looked like The Kingpin (Wilson Grant Fisk), and he was known for being in these commercials.
There was some talk between them almost like they were wondering why they still do these commercials, they stopped to smell the dryer sheets, and then they remembered why it seemed.
I guess the dryer sheets smelled very good and that they really use them, and that reminded them why so now they were ready to film the commercial.
The end,
-John Jr
I remember part of one dream or three dream fragments, with the first dream fragment taking place in a dorm/apartment-like building in a room, and I was there with a variety of people who were having a quiet gathering/hangout talking/eating/drinking/listening to music quietly/et cetera.
At some point the musician/rapper Lil Wayne walked in the room, to my surprise, and he started talking with a few people quietly; and somehow him and I began a short conversation even though he did not seem interested/like he cared at all.
As soon as I started talking Lil Wayne interrupted me and told me directly/bluntly that my breath stank/sticks 😀 , and so I apologized & I thanked him for letting me know; and I backed up and turned away from him when I talked, I asked him if that worked, and he said yes.
I said a few things/jokes in reference to stinky breath, and then I started telling Lil Wayne a story about a man who had bought an expensive/over-priced camera that was not that good in my opinion or something like that; and we briefly talked about expensive/over-priced cameras & other things, and how some people are paying too much for some things/corporations are charging too much for some things.
We mentioned a few things that we over-paid for, and our short conversation ended abruptly and Lil Wayne somewhat rudely walked off to talk to someone else like I never existed as expected (which did not bother me and I did predict it, but I did not predict that we would have a short conversation at all); and that is all that I can remember of this dream fragment.
The second dream fragment involved my brother GC and I driving around on a nice day in a fictional city looking for housing it seems, and we made a few stops to look at a few properties for rent.
We stopped in a middle – upper class neighborhood on the side of the street next to a sidewalk, and near us there were stairs leading down since the street and upper area were up higher than the area below.
On the upper area was a man with yellowish/whitish colored skin with short styled (with styling-gel/whatever to hold your hair in place) black colored hair with a gray t-shirt and blue jeans who I thought might be an international student from Japan talking with a woman with whitish colored skin with reddish/brownish colored hair, and they both seemed to be middle – upper class college students or something.
GC and I walked down the stairs to get to the lower area where the entrance of a building was, outside of the entrance was an area with rich-looking people dressed up sitting at small tables eating/drinking/reading newspapers/talking/et cetera; and I was somewhat dressed up, but not as much as them.
Blocking the entrance of the building was an eccentric/strange-looking/dressed man with yellowish/whitish colored skin who I thought might be from Japan, he had whitish colored hair in a somewhat wild style a bit like Albert Einstein, and he wore a strange/flashy orchestra director-like suit/tuxedo/whatever; and he had to check/search people, and he decided who could go inside the building.
Somehow I got him to let GC and I in the building, I can not remember what happened during this part, but we went inside the building and to our surprise it looked like a charity/lower-class hospital like MR Hospital; and we walked down a hall, and we went inside a room that at least four hospital patients shared.
One of the patients was our uncle CE laying in a hospital bed wearing a hospital gown, to our surprise, and then he saw us & he sat up on his bed to talk to us; and we greeted him and asked him what he was doing in the hospital.
He told us but I forgot what he said and some of the other patients who shared the room with him joined the conversation, and then the rest of my family entered the room to visit or check-out our uncle CE.
At some point CE got dressed maybe and we all walked to the front desk or a desk-like area to either check CE out of the hospital and/or to buy something, and a few of my indirect family members were with us now & oddly so was Grace Randolph from the YouTube channel BeyondTheTrailer; but I have no idea why Grace was there with us in line 😀 , and that is all that I can remember of this dream fragment.
The last dream fragment is unclear and short, but I was walking down the LC highway during the night alone on a creepy and maybe foggy night; and no automobiles were driving down the highway, and this area is out in the country so no one was around.
And I think that I somehow knew/felt/predicted that soon I would fight a creäture/alien/whatever boss, like a boss fight in a video game or something, and maybe I could hear it in the distance but I could not see it.
I started to prepare myself for a fight as I walked cautiously looking for threats and I probably called out to the boss to show its self, and then I think that I heard it approaching and I heard a laugh that woke me up; and I felt that maybe the laugh had really come from the real world, which was a bit creepy.
I looked around the room and listened to see if someone else in the room was laughing in their sleep or if someone outside was laughing, but I did not hear anything; I still wondered if the laugh really came from the real world & I heard it in my sleep or not, because this is not the first time that I woke up thinking that I heard a voice in a dream that I wondered if it came from the real world.
Recently this has happened once or twice, where I woke up thinking what I heard came from the real world, and I heard it in my dream but that woke me up.
The first time this happened I heard what I thought was someone calling my name, I thought I heard a voice say John, and I woke up & had the lingering feeling that I heard it in the real world as well.
The best way to describe it is to imagine that you are dreaming and a sound happens in the real world that you hear in the dream, which causes you to wake up, and part of you remember hearing it in the dream but you also wake up feeling like the sound happened in the real world at the same time causing a slightly feeling of barely catching the sound at the end before it stops.
So I woke up and looked around to see if someone had called my name, but I heard nothing.
Another time I heard a voice say something (maybe the name of one of my brothers or something), and I woke up thinking that someone had called my brother’s name in the real world; but I heard nothing, strange.
The end,
-John Jr
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